Hey all! Here is my latest poem. It is kind of a continuation of poem #10, so you may want to take a look at it again.
Which Path Do You Choose?
When the park is empty and the silence loud
And the field of roses is by mist enshroud
Two routes lie up ahead - black and green in color -
For all the memories and feelings that you harbor.
The first will kill them in a crossfire, but will also slay
Your sensuality, desire, and another lovely traits,
While the other will securely lead them to a place
Where time has stopped and full of grace.
If you've chosen right you'll leave the park
With a heart that's ready for another spark.